The Taihe Dragon King felt as though he had suffered a crushing blow. Something seemed to have gone wrong with his very soul, and boundless terror rose from spirit to flesh.
This was pure suppression from the bloodline.
A sharp claw was already descending upon his head, and the feeling of death was imminent.
The Taihe Dragon King let out an enraged roar. "You want to kill me? It won't be that easy!"
As his words fell, his body suddenly shuddered and transformed into a four-clawed Flood Dragon.
At the same time, with a flash, he plunged into the Dao-attaining artifact in his hand. Divine light in the shape of a four-clawed Flood Dragon appeared upon it.
The Dao-attaining artifact trembled and slashed toward the oncoming claw.
This strike was ferocious to the extreme, utterly surpassing the power of the Dharma Form Realm. All its force was concentrated at a single point.
The dark-gold claw was split apart by the sword. The Pujiang Dragon King, transformed into the form of a true dragon, was also blasted backward by a tremendous force.
At this moment, the Taihe Dragon King, united with his sword, seemed to have become a supreme killing weapon. In terms of power, he was no weaker than his opponent.
A streak of black sword light continually slashed around the dark-gold golden dragon.
The dark-gold golden dragon's body swayed without cease. Every movement possessed unimaginable might.
A profound majesty continuously spread in all directions, while dark-gold radiance enveloped its entire body.
The collision between that radiance and the sword light burst into countless sparks of light, sometimes even bringing up fine threads of blood.
Numerous wounds appeared on the dark-gold golden dragon's body, though most were concentrated on the portions that had yet to undergo transformation.
Those wounds soon